Twelve

CJ

I never imagined I could feel such a level of rage in my life. I was fuming, with my heartbeat pounding frantically against my temples, and the sweat dripping down between my shoulder blades made the material of the shirt stick uncomfortably to me.

Brooklyn had no idea what I was struggling with. She kept talking about her life, experiences, her deadbeat husband, and her struggles as a mother and the head of a department against several male competitors.

She had an interesting story, but I responded with grunts or monosyllables while pretending to be listening to her.

We sat across from each other at a corner table in the dimly lit bar. But on the other side of the club was Lenora, who was driving me crazy and making my breathing a hot mess.

Her boobs rose and fell gently with the bastard's mouth on her neck. A deep growl ripped itself from my throat, echoing around me, rumbling like thunder. My eyes were glowing red with fury as I stared at his hands cupping her ass.

My finger